Knocking on heaven's door

Ever since my friend went public about his terminal disease, I've been thinking about what would happen if anything happen to me. Hmmm I don't know whether my frens would cry or not and ... well lets not go there.
The second attempt to grow my Pandan has not been good. Seems like its gonna go to heaven like the first one. Maybe my hands are not green enough.
I'm moving a lot of boxes and stuff at my workplace. Hundreds of them. My colleagues are helping me so it's ok. However, a few days ago I had 'too much help'. I was climbing up to get the boxes on the top level and was having a slight difficulty. One of my male colleague, sensing that I need that extra push actually grabbed hold of my buttocks, squeeze it and push me up. " Hey! What the &*#$ are ya doing?". Man, I felt like I've just been molested.